darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
It felt entirely too good to be naked again. If Kitty had it her way, she'd probably walk around naked all the time. Of course, too many boys would stare at her, and someone would inevitably try rape or something stupid like that. For now, she was just thankful to have the confining shirt off, and she showed her appreciation through grateful kisses.
When he moved her hands, Kitty flexed her claws, purring. He knew. He knew and was willing to work with her on that. Yet another fact that pleased her, though she still knew she was going to desperately try not to hurt him. He might want her to relax and "throw whatever" but she didn't want to be responsible for hurting him, regardless of what he said.
She thrust and bobbed against him, pleased at the connection. the hand on her ass felt quite good, but as the other touched her tail, Kitty growled low. The claws flexed again along Lance's chest, and she met his eyes. "Let go of my tail, please," she fought to keep her voice from sounding too cold, too pissed. "Lance, seriously, please," she took a deep breath, "I really don't like it."
Anger flickered for a moment on her face, giving way to frustration as her eyes started to well up. Clearly she didn't want to have to tell him no, and didn't like the situation, but it still angered her. she shifted and squirmed, trying to use her inner muscles to squeeze him and let him know he certainly wasn't messing up there.
When he moved her hands, Kitty flexed her claws, purring. He knew. He knew and was willing to work with her on that. Yet another fact that pleased her, though she still knew she was going to desperately try not to hurt him. He might want her to relax and "throw whatever" but she didn't want to be responsible for hurting him, regardless of what he said.
She thrust and bobbed against him, pleased at the connection. the hand on her ass felt quite good, but as the other touched her tail, Kitty growled low. The claws flexed again along Lance's chest, and she met his eyes. "Let go of my tail, please," she fought to keep her voice from sounding too cold, too pissed. "Lance, seriously, please," she took a deep breath, "I really don't like it."
Anger flickered for a moment on her face, giving way to frustration as her eyes started to well up. Clearly she didn't want to have to tell him no, and didn't like the situation, but it still angered her. she shifted and squirmed, trying to use her inner muscles to squeeze him and let him know he certainly wasn't messing up there.